Holy Smoke Songtext
There's beauty in the questions that I still can't answer, no
But the world got less depressing when I finally left the house
Wasn't locked out of heaven
I just had to look around
Doesn't mean I still don't have my doubts
But something's bubbling under, all the damn dyers are growing in numbers
Tell me, are you starting to wonder why you hold your side so dear?
Your head down stuck in the pages, can't see the angels in front of your faces
Easier for you if they're not here, and they're still here
But a lightning strike or a flood below
By our own damn hands or a righteous ghost
You can't pray away or to the gates to find out it's a joke
But either way, it's going up in holy smoke
Going up in holy smoke
There's beauty in the innocence, but wasn't it somewhere along the way
The fundamental lessons get rewritten day to day
I know that I don't know the things I won't know until I greet the grave
But tell me, can you say the same? Can you say the same?
A lightning strike or a flood below
By our own damn hands or a righteous ghost
You can't pray away or to the gates to find out it's a joke
But either way, it's going up in holy smoke
And when the truth gets loud
When the blood runs cold
When the sermons out When the rug gets pulled
I just hope I got enough guts to sit an' hum if looking up gets old
But either way, it's going up in holy smoke
Going up in holy smoke
Choose your teacher
Choose your trove
All goes up in holy smoke
Oh, either you believe it or you don't
All goes up in holy smoke
A lightning strike or a flood below
By our own damn hands or a righteous ghost
It's going up in holy smoke
It's going up in holy smoke
Either way, it's going up in holy smoke
But the world got less depressing when I finally left the house
Wasn't locked out of heaven
I just had to look around
Doesn't mean I still don't have my doubts
But something's bubbling under, all the damn dyers are growing in numbers
Tell me, are you starting to wonder why you hold your side so dear?
Your head down stuck in the pages, can't see the angels in front of your faces
Easier for you if they're not here, and they're still here
But a lightning strike or a flood below
By our own damn hands or a righteous ghost
You can't pray away or to the gates to find out it's a joke
But either way, it's going up in holy smoke
Going up in holy smoke
There's beauty in the innocence, but wasn't it somewhere along the way
The fundamental lessons get rewritten day to day
I know that I don't know the things I won't know until I greet the grave
But tell me, can you say the same? Can you say the same?
A lightning strike or a flood below
By our own damn hands or a righteous ghost
You can't pray away or to the gates to find out it's a joke
But either way, it's going up in holy smoke
And when the truth gets loud
When the blood runs cold
When the sermons out When the rug gets pulled
I just hope I got enough guts to sit an' hum if looking up gets old
But either way, it's going up in holy smoke
Going up in holy smoke
Choose your teacher
Choose your trove
All goes up in holy smoke
Oh, either you believe it or you don't
All goes up in holy smoke
A lightning strike or a flood below
By our own damn hands or a righteous ghost
It's going up in holy smoke
It's going up in holy smoke
Either way, it's going up in holy smoke
